Hearts

I play hearts on my computers. If you have a boring ass job, I bet you play it too. (My condolences to people who work at Fascist companies that remove the games form their image. I won;t mention any names, but Suntrust sucks.)

My Hearts world is interesting. I have actually assigned personalities to the names of the other players. Michelle sits across from me and is basically good-hearted, but not a very good card player. She never is the one to stop my shot at the moon and rarely hands my the queen.

Ben is a bit wild. Sometimes he lays down, but at others he is a bit of a thorn in my side. Generally we get along well, but he can be a bit moody. I try to give him an occasional drink to loosen him up, but never too much. He can be mean drunk.

And then there is Pauline. A cool customer. When I have to eat the queen, Pauline has served it up about 75% of the time. Intelligent. Sneaky. Cold-blooded. My nemesis. I have to keep an eye on her.

I might be taking it a bit too far. I hold grudges. Pauline gave me the queen this morning and I actually spent the next couple of hands trying to make sure that she got the queen despite the fact that she already had the most points. I should have been trying to give it to Ben since I was only ahead by about 10. But Ben was in a good mood and I didn't want to ruin it. Besides, Pauline was being a bitch.

If she isn't careful, I'm going to erase her name and invite Fred to start sitting in.